By Olivia Ferguson
“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” Psalm 19:1
Sometimes I like to think of myself as an artist, always creating new things and calling them my own. What I’ve failed to understand is that all I am capable of doing is taking everything God has created, simply rearranging it, and then plastering my name on it. The colors we mix together to paint on a canvas are only there because God spoke them into existence. The very words I’m typing at this moment bloom from the personality that He chose specifically for me. My sketch book is full of photographs of His magnificent work that He so graciously gave me eyes to see. He is the artist of all artists and etched into every piece of work is His flawless, painfully original creation.
As we’ve served in the Dominican Republic this past week, this truth has become more and more evident. The mountains stretch out before us and LITERALLY declare that He is God. I’ve never heard anything speak louder than His mountains in Majaguita. How mighty a God we serve that would create such beautiful things. How mighty and humble an artist is He. The artist of all artists.
We serve a patient, humble, and mighty God.